The last of Shenanigans’ intoxicated customers stumbled out of the restaurant and into the back alley where, if they were lucky, they could hear the faint bluesy tones of a harmonica drifting through the early morning air. Shenanigans’ bartender, Joey, smiled as he heard the familiar sound and thought about stopping by to say his last Happy New Year of the night. But Joey just let him be, too tired to really think of much other than his bed. Steve, too, lay exhausted in his bed, Kayla’s warm body snuggled up against him as she listened to him play. She’d been the one who suggested he look for his harmonica; she knew it always helped ease his demons to blow through the finely crafted reeds of his harp and hear the melody hum through him. Sure enough, when he opened the drawer of his nightstand, there they were. He picked up his favorite one through the years, a standard 10-hole. He had just used this one to play a tune for his baby boy a couple weeks ago; it had fared so well over the years. Now, he placed the far shinier instrument of 1988 to his lips and, rather than blow, he chose to draw first, inhaling the minor chord in an effort to quiet the sweet sadness he felt upon seeing his mother.
Steve and Kayla were having a hard time controlling their emotions during these jumps. They seemed to be feeling everything twice as strongly as they should. Tonight, for Steve especially, every sense seemed heightened. What he saw and heard and touched lit a fire under him. Every smell evoked his sense memory. There was nothing nefarious about it, it was simply the wistfulness of reminiscence. It was a form of homesickness, and they both knew it.
Steve had not handled the long forgotten visit from his mother well, and it took all his control to get through it as well as he did. Seeing her in her prime like this – happy, healthy, no longer broken, young enough to really live – was very poignant for him. He was completely affected by the strength in her tone of voice and the clarity of its pitch. Kayla’s concerns weighed heavily on him, as well, and he was momentarily panicked with what his now unknown future would bring (or not bring). Kayla had caressed a comforting hand across the back of her husband’s head as he wept in the safety of her lap. Her loving arms soothed him so well; she knew how he felt.
Now Kayla traced her fingers over Steve’s chest and relished the feel of his body solidly supporting hers. She had accepted that they’d made a big change and was calmer now, because who knows that they didn’t set something right; that maybe that was how it was supposed to be in the first place. Not that she wasn’t still scared, because she was. They both simply didn’t have any other choice but to move on and let the chips fall where they may.
Now as they lay in bed sharing a set of pajamas that belonged to this Steve in this time, they were completely spent. The current of their arousal hadn’t completely dissipated and now ran somewhere not too far beneath the surface. But the fatigue these bodies were facing was stronger. Steve fell asleep with his harmonica in one hand and his wife in the other, while Kayla followed almost immediately thereafter.
They held each other in the deepness of sleep for the next five hours.
Just before 8am, Steve sleepily reached for Kayla coming up only with rumpled sheets. He opened his eye forcing himself to alertness and called out for her.
“I’m right here,” she softly reassured him from the doorway beside the bed. “I just had to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, baby,” Steve huffed as he layed back heavily onto his pillow. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” she smiled sweetly at him.” The sounds of the flushing toilet and squeak caused by the rush of water through the pipes stirred more memories in him as Kayla crawled back into bed with the man she’d wait another year before she’d marry. Just then a thought struck her. Things are different now … maybe we won’t have to wait to marry.
Kayla draped her leg over Steve, her knee putting pressure on his balls, which instantly tightened and sent a happy thrill though his already considerable morning erection. As she rested her head in the crook of his neck, she ran her hand down from his chest past his abs and down to lightly stroke her husband’s penis. They couldn’t help letting sleep take them last night, the heaviness draining them. But their sexual needs were left unmet, and now that they were awake, their appetites picked up right where they left off. It was amazing how it didn’t matter where they were, when they were, or what they were doing, Steve never failed to want to nestle himself deep inside Kayla’s slick home.
Kayla wrapped her fingers around the steel between Steve’s legs and tilted her head up to run her warm, wet mouth over the tender flesh of his neck. He thrilled to her touch and wound his left hand through her hair, holding her face against him so she could ply more of her kisses there. When she started rubbing her folds against his thigh, Steve was overcome with sexual need. He rolled her over as Kayla pulled down his pajama bottoms, setting his steel cock free as he kicked them off into a tangle at his feet. He quickly centered his naked body over her, separating her legs with his thigh. Words were neither needed as he thrust his cock back and forth over her wet folds beneath the surface of her underwear, nor wanted as she met each one of his thrusts with one of her own. She wrapped her legs around him and felt Steve reach down and pull her underwear and over her rear. She wanted him inside of her right this very minute now, and he wanted nothing more than to thrust himself into her with carnality.
Steve thirsted for her and needed to consume her. He ran his open mouth down her jaw, biting at it with lustful nips before kissing each spot he’d bitten. When he got to her breasts he sucked one in where it beaded under the lashing of his flicking tongue. He hadn’t touched this body in a long time, and the feel of her in his hands and in his mouth was incredible. Kayla moaned loudly, knowing she was free to do so in the safety of Steve’s apartment as he squeezed her other breast and rolled her dusky tip between his fingers. The sound of his wife’s sexuality drove him out of his mind.
That’s when Kayla felt it. Alongside her building orgasm that was ready to crest in mere seconds was a pull at her diaphragm that by now Kayla knew as the last thing she was going to feel in this body. She screamed Steve’s name as she pulled his head up to look at her. She saw in his eyes that he felt it, too, and yelled, “No!” whimpering his name with desperation to climax in this body and milk his, as well.
Steve felt a sudden flare of raw and confused intensity along with a healthy dose of anger that the jump was imminent. He was so on fire that he couldn’t harness all the thoughts going through his brain.
He wanted to spill himself inside of her and feel her contract hard around him
And he wanted to know they did the right thing last night
And smell her on his sheets
And end this lie to Jack
And make love to this woman all day in this bed
And feel the music on his lips and taste her on his tongue
And not jump from here so soon and enjoy his youth again
And jump away as soon as possible and not have to face the uncertain future
But most of all, as he felt himself slip away from this time, he wanted to feel her come for him and know he would be the only man to pump his seed into her over and over again. He just wanted to come hard as she held him, dammit!
Steve wrapped his strong arms around Kayla and whispered “I love you” into her ear as they felt their consciousnesses leave these bodies behind in 1988.
When they next opened their eyes, they were in another bed in another time in another country.
Sitting upright in a narrow bed, Kayla reached out so immediately for Steve that the haze of the jump effect had barely even begun to make its queasy presence known. She swallowed her gorge and moaned sickly, “Baby … mmf”
Steve was right next to her, his raging erection apparently having followed him from his apartment, as this body’s penis was as rock hard as the last one. Still, the jumps were never fun, and the uncertainty of it made his priority getting a solid grip on his wife.
“I’ve got you, Sweetness,” Steve said as he instinctively pulled her toward him, his arms already around her when they arrived.” It was like they didn’t even need to visually see each other. They arrived and felt each other’s familiar forms. These bodies were not in the middle of ecstasy, but their conscious awarenesses were. Far more powerful than the nerve endings being stimulated, their desires had not abated, and the frustration level was high on arrival.
While their bodies found each other, their eyes searched the room. Kayla turned to look at Steve for the first time, and saw immediately that this was earlier than they had just been. It’s not that the physical clues, like lack of beard or hair length, had tipped her off; she just felt it as his green eye bored into her with the same intensity that he wanted to drive his cock into her with.
The small space was clearly a hotel room, and Kayla spied the rumpled sheets of another bed just to her right as the sound of keys jangled on the other side of the hotel room’s door. Kayla had a pretty good idea where they were. “I think this is—“
“Stockholm,” Steve finished, noticing the knife he held in his other hand. Just then a woman with brown hair and a gray uniform entered the room. Kayla knew what was going to happen as it was happening, but she was startled despite herself. Like catching a rerun of I Love Lucy and still reacting to the candy conveyor speeding up like you hadn’t seen it a million times before. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the maid said in her Nordic accent, a bit startled at their presence. “… It’s past noon, I thought this room was cleared, that you were checked out.”
Unlike the first time, Steve wasn’t so much smart-ass as he was wanting his wife’s ass. He felt the strain of his erection against his underwear and remembered vaguely that they had all day together in Stockholm. All day to make love to my wife. Steve felt his frustration over this jump melt away as happy anticipation washed over him.
“No, ma’am, we haven’t checked out. We’re gonna be here all day, actually.”
Steve pulled the patterned comforter over Kayla, and she scooted down a bit into the covers.
They’re too busy checking other things out, the maid figured. Rather than voice that, she nodded her head with an embarrassed blush to her cheeks, and quickly left the way she’d come.
As soon as she was gone, Steve pulled Kayla on top of him so that she was straddling his crotch. Her hair was tousled from sleep, and her face was free of makeup as her pale yellow nightshirt fell over her thighs.
“Whoa, cowboy!” Kayla giggled feeling his arousal pump subtly against her. “What, did you take that with you from New Year’s Eve?”
“I think that was New Year’s Day, technically, Sweetness. And, no, this body woke up this way. You know what I’m like in the mornings,” he leered as he ran his hands greedily over her silk-covered breasts. Then he corrected himself. “Actually, this wasn’t quite morning wood, baby, he said with a kind of half-smile driven by the sudden memory of how this very moment really went the first time he lived it. “You were sleeping in that bed over there,” he said nodding his chin to the other bed, “and I just savored every minute in the same room with you. I watched you sleep, and I had to force myself to keep my hands off you. Then when you jumped in my bed? Kayla …,” he continued to plam her breasts, enjoying the feel of their smooth silk-covered softness. “You don’t know how badly I wanted you when we were in Stockholm. I loved you …,” he gently squeezed the breasts he was fondling. “I wanted to touch you all the time.” Then a little harder. “So, when you jumped in my bed looking all scared and all first-thing-in-the-morning-like,” he gave her a naughty smirk and paused briefly before finishing his thought, “… this is what it did to my cock, baby.”
Kayla was silent hearing this revelation, which wasn’t a surprise to her but made her heart soar just the same. She gave him a sweet, seductive smile yet felt a small blush hit her cheeks.
“You were so damn sexy, in Stockholm, baby. I had to force myself to keep my hands off you.”
“I wanted your hands on me,” she said in a smokey voice that dripped with sexuality. Steve looked up at her with half-lidded intensity as he ran his hands over her shoulders and down to her bottom, holding it steady as he used upward motions to grind against her.
“I think I detect a very horny man below me,” Kayla said seductively.
“I want you so much, baby,” he moaned as he pushed up the sheath of silk separating him from her firm breasts and kissed her hotly on the underside of one.
“Room Service!” came a yell just after yet another knock to the hotel room door.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve hissed.
“Oh!” Kayla inhaled sharply with a grin on her face. “I remember! This is when we play!” She rolled off of him and settled into the same sitting position beside him as when she’d arrived.
“Ya know what, I don’t think we’re ever gonna get to play, here.”
“Come in!” Kayla called.
“What?!”
The bellhop opened the door and started to roll in quite the silver service of breakfast. “Don’t you remember?” Kayla asked. “You ordered room service for us. You were trying to show me that you cared about me. You couldn’t say it, but you wanted to do something for me. It was sweet.”
“Just as you ordered,” the bellhop whispered to Steve without any bother to actual secrecy. Then he stood there rather expectantly while the young half-naked couple half layed in the bed half unsure what to do to make him go away. “Ahem,” the man cleared his throat.
“Oh! You tipped him last time.”
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
“Remember?” Kayla prodded ignoring the waiting bellhop. “You set it all up and tipped him?”
“Oh yeah.” It was kind of coming back to him, and he thought he had a good idea what kind of playing Kayla was referring to. But if he got out of that bed it was going to be a pretty awkward moment as his penis pointed itself around. “Why don’t you grab a few bucks out of my jeans pocket, baby,” nodding over to where his jeans were plainly folded over a chair.
“Ah, sure,” she said inviting a bit of awkward, herself as she got out of bed and dug in Steve’s jeans for cash.
The bellhop stared appreciatively at Kayla’s legs, and Steve’s demeanor instantly changed from horny frustration to deep, emerald green danger as he leaned forward meaningfully shooting daggers to the man waiting for his tip.
He got the message immediately and went pale before Kayla turned back around to give him the bills she’d dug out for him.
“Come here, baby,” Steve urged as he held the covers up for her to get back in. Then he commanded, “Go,” to the now fully intimidated bellhop, who may have invented the phrase, take the money and run.
“What was that about?” Kayla asked, referring to the less than friendly tone he had taken with the man who brought them their breakfast.
“I don’t like people ogling my wife.”
“Oh, he wasn’t ogling.”
“Yeah, baby, he was.”
“And actually … I’m a lot of years from being your wife right now.”
Steve sat up straight, grabbed her shoulders roughly, and looked her in the eye. His erection was raging, but the words she’d just said dampened the ache in his groin and shifted it to his heart.
“Don’t you ever say that again,” he whispered hotly. Don’t you ever say you’re not my wife.”
“Steve,” she sighed with incredulity that she had clearly hurt him. “I only meant—“
“Shh!” he put his fingers to her lips. “I know what you meant. But I married you three times in this life. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve been married since I made vows to you in the snow. We lived that already, I don’t care what year it is right now. Don’t. Say it. Again.”
Kayla looked deeply into his eye and felt a surge of love for him so powerful that she couldn’t process it and hiccupped a small sob. Steve swallowed it with a kiss so tender that he practically sobbed, himself.
Kayla sighed into his mouth as Steve’s kiss quickly deepened. “There are so many things to right in Stockholm, Sweetness, I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do first. But if we don’t make love right now I’m going to lose it.”
Kayla wanted nothing more and expertly rubbed his penis with her strong fingers as they lay side by side on the narrow bed. But there was something about the sexual energy here on this jump that did not feel right. She was about to say something when Steve suddenly reached into her underwear like a plundering pirate and shoved his middle finger deeply into Kayla’s vagina. Instantly he was rewarded with a rush of hot wetness that he wanted to lick off of her.
“Oohh … yes …,” Kayla moaned. It felt so good to have him in her this way, but those walls of uncertainty suddenly rose and made her feel even more apprehensive than she did just a second ago. When she stopped stroking him, he moved his lips down her body in a wet trail of hot insatiability.
“Steve, I, ah … I think we should – OOH, God!” Steve had grabbed her thighs not at all gently and licked her clitoris with the length of his velvet tongue. Before she knew what she was doing Kayla was thrusting her hips at his face urging him to lick harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm building and had only one thing currently on her mind. Her release in the arms of this man she loved more than she could describe.
“You, ah, what, Kayla?” he asked tauntingly into her thigh as he bit her and sucked at the flesh. “You want me to finish what we started on New Years and make you scream?”
“Oh God, yes, Steve! Yes!” But with every passing flick of his tongue, and with every longing to ride the waves of pleasure she so badly wanted, something felt wrong.
“Uh!” Kayla moaned in sexual frustration as she pulled her hot center away from Steve’s mouth and sat upright.
“Where are you goin’, I was just getting busy down here, baby!”
“Steve, I think,” she panted, “that we should … should not do that here.”
His penis shrunk slightly in fear as he looked up at her from his position near the foot of the bed. “Did I hurt you, Sweetness?”
“No! No, it’s not that.”
“What is it then?” he asked, his green eye smoldering upon her blue ones.
“I’m not sure,” she replied pensively. She knitted her eyebrows together and chewed at her lower lip as she lost herself in thought.
Steve inched himself back up to Kayla and sat next to her. “Baby, I want you so bad it hurts.” And it did. His ballsac ached to pump its seed through his hardened cock and into her slick walls.
“I want you, too,” she said as she returned his gaze with a hot one of her own. “So bad,” she whimpered as she took his mouth in her own and practically jumped into his lap. Then she had a thought that made her release his mouth in a sort of epiphany.
“Steve! We can’t make love here. Not in Stockholm.”
“What? Why?”
“Because,” she said, caressing his face and looking into it with a desire that she knew would not be satiated. “We didn’t do that the first time. And if we didn’t do it then, then I’m thinking we shouldn’t do it now, either.” Steve exhaled an aggravated, frustrated breath and looked up at the ceiling and yelled to whomever might be out there pulling the strings, “If you wanna jump us, here, now would be good time!”